Old Clara half cloaked in the grey fogs of rain
And brown stormwater flowing fast in every field drain
And in the farmyard sheds cattle are bellowing for silage or hay
The sun may not shine on Kilmeedy today
The songs of the birds one never does hear
In January by the mountains a cold and wet time of year
The sound of the wind on bare branches of deciduous trees
In weather temperatures just above zero degrees
Where the steep and narrow Bealach road winds up and down
Across the high countryside above Millstreet Town
The great athletes Willie Neenan and Michael O' Connor trained years ago
Long before time that claims all lives did become their foe
People like them live on in story and rhyme
And though like all others they lost out to time
That the human spirits do not live on who is to say
Their ghosts may be running on the high roads today
On a January day cold enough for to snow
The chill winds from the Boggeraghs down the high country blow
And in windswept Kilmeedy near the Town of Millstreet
The fields drains are swollen from heavy rain and sleet.
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